Christine

Eric's protégé Christine
Follows him deep underground
She marvels at the darkened scene
And is enchanted by his organ's sound

She is willingly seduced
Allows him to retain his mask
Her doubts are few, and reduced
So all he has to do is ask

Christine feels his charisma
Lies back on the ornate bed
She ignores the miasma
In this world of the dead

When he finally reveals his face
She sees the ugliness laid bare
But she appreciates his grace
And remains within this hidden lair.